All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 142 Those who wish to die, please enter the Ren Zi Altar!
Nanjun Temple.

At this moment, the aquatic corpses that had originally been scattered throughout the temple were cleared away. Those that were poisonous, smelly, and fishy were picked up and thrown directly into the Haihe River tributary.

The rest were the delicious spotted water python soup, green-haired old turtle slices, three-legged old turtle soup, fried water spider abdomen, and braised monkey head...

The person who cooks the food is an old man in his sixties.

【Congregation of Limen Church】

Level: 0

Special Guardian Deity: [Taihe Gong]

Note: Duke Taihe was a famous chef of the State of Wu in the late Spring and Autumn Period. He was proficient in making dishes with aquatic products, and was especially famous for his grilled fish, turtle and crab.

……

As soon as Ji Ran entered, the group of Big Sword Society members sitting neatly on the ground in the yard suddenly stood up! These people were wearing labor uniforms with the Japanese pirate flag on them, all of which were dirty and worn.

Their hands and feet still bore sores and hard scars from being shackled for so long.

In the corner of the wall, there was a large pile of cut shackles.

These Chinese people who were tortured and enslaved by the Japanese pirates for four years were definitely people with strong wills who were able to survive!
"Tai Sui Ye!"

Li Yan immediately jumped out and ran to Ji Ran's side, saying, "I heard from Brother Tian that you went to attack the warship?"

"Are you okay? Next time, when you fight the red-haired devil, be sure to take me with you. I have the strength now!"

"it is good."

Ji Ran reached out and rubbed the boy's dry head. In the past half day, the injuries on his back had almost recovered, and his physical fitness had improved significantly. Although his body was still dry, it was because he had not yet received enough nutrition and energy. Once he did, he would grow muscles rapidly under the catalysis of the medicine.

Sudden.

A man stepped out from the crowd. He was gray-haired and about fifty years old. He had a snub nose and willow-shaped eyes. His face was full of vicissitudes, but his eyes were bright and lively!

"Brother Ji."

Although this man was extremely thin at the moment, he still had a sharp spirit! He looked at Ji Ran with gratitude and scrutiny in his eyes, and saluted seriously.

"I am Xie Tunan, the deputy leader of the Kanmen sect of the Broadsword Society."

"I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I heard from Brother Tian about your identity. I have a few questions to ask."

"please."

Ji Ran looked at the man in front of him.

【Congregation of Kanmen Church】

Status: Extremely weak (spiritual energy, Qi and blood have been sucked away by Yin objects for a long time)
Level: 2

Skill:? ? ?

talent:? ? ?
Special Guardian: [Ma Yuan] (Extremely Void)

Note: The guardian deity has at least one group-enhancing skill, and all members of the Big Sword Society have the aura of their guardian deity.

……

"Brother Ji is the leader of the Yihe Society?"

"Yes."

"May I ask, Master Ji, I heard from Brother Tian that your association's purpose is to support Jing and destroy Yang?"

Ji Ran nodded.

Xie Tunan took a deep breath and remained silent for a moment.

His voice sank slightly as he asked, "Altar Master Ji also thinks so?"

"I understand what you want to ask."

Ji Ran smiled and said, "Supporting Jing and destroying the foreigners is the purpose of the Yihe Society, not mine."

"Appreciate further details."

"Drive out the barbarians and destroy the Dragon Court."

A sea breeze blew by, causing the leaves of the locust tree to rustle and rustle.

Xie Tunan's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he asked, "Open the big one tomorrow?"

"Do not."

Ji Ran stared into his eyes and said seriously, "I want there to be no Dragon Court for thousands of generations to come."

Xie Tunan was stunned and asked, "Who will make the decision then?"

"people."

These two simple words caused the face of the paper man Li behind him to tremble suddenly, turn red in an instant, and his hand holding the wooden box suddenly tightened.

The sunlight gilded the tiles, shrouding everyone in silence.

"Disaster!"

A young man stood up. His face was dark and covered with cracks, but his eyes were bright.

"Our people are ignorant and it is difficult for them to govern the country. It is too early to imitate foreign countries." Ji Ran glanced at him. The boy had a firm look in his eyes, his bones were as thin as firewood, his eyes were like hanging knives, and his life was marked by wrinkles.

You can tell at first glance that he is a born stubborn person.

【Congregation of Kanmen Church】

Status: Extremely weak (spiritual energy, Qi and blood have been sucked away by Yin objects for a long time)
Level: 2

Skill:? ? ?

talent:? ? ?
Special Guardian: [Yu Qian] (Extreme Void)

……

Indeed, in this chaotic and corrupt world, no one could have imagined that just a dozen years later, this country would usher in a period of ideological liberation. Someone would use flesh and blood as torches, words as weapons, and rip this stagnant and decadent dynasty to pieces!

Ji Ran didn't intend to explain, and he didn't need to explain.

boom!
He simply took the wooden box from the paper man Li's hand, and glanced at Xie Tunan and the young man, and at all the members of the Big Sword Society.

He opened the wooden box directly, and the bloody head was revealed, staring at everyone. Mottled light and shadows, like ripples on the head's face.

Everyone looked over.

Xie Tunan and the young man at the front were the first to see the appearance of the head clearly, and then their faces suddenly changed!

How could they not know each other!
This is the head of the commander-in-chief and commander-in-chief of all the Japanese pirates!!!

But...how is it possible!!
This pirate general had been aboard the fleet's flagship the entire time! How could he have been killed? How could he have been beheaded so easily?

What on earth did he do!?

Ji Ran was facing the sun with his back, dragging the box with his right hand wrapped in a fireproof cloth, blood still dripping from his elbow.

His eyes were calm as he said, "The journey is difficult."

"You can go by yourselves."

"Wish the dead, please enter my Renzi altar!"

The sun was shining brightly at this moment, and the bright golden light was shining through the tall locust tree in the yard, creating a golden spot.

Just like the atmosphere at the moment, it's hard to understand.

There was a moment of silence, and then the young man walked out first!
"When our country is in danger and the people are corrupt, it is better to die early than to wait for foreigners to insult our country!"

"Zhu Yu, please bow at the altar!"

boom!
The young man knelt on one knee and clasped his fists in salute!
"It is like dying for one's country. What harm would it do if one were beheaded?"

"Thank you, Tunan, please bow at the altar!"

The middle-aged man lifted his robe, and the black charcoal ash flew around. He half-knelt down, and raised his fist like thunder!
Bang!

In the air behind him, beside the burning stove, amid the gurgling sound of soup, Taihe Gong slowly bent his knees.

His movements were slow and methodical. He first bent his left leg, clasping his hands against his knee. He lowered his right leg, then raised his palms. Throughout, his hands remained clasped together.

The old man moved slowly, straightened his body in the flickering fire, and reached out to solemnly straighten the scattered hair on both sides of his ears.

He clasped his hands together and his voice paused.

"Song Heqing, please bow at the altar!"

wow-

The whole crowd started to move.

"Cheng Nanshan, please bow at the altar!"

"Huang Liao, please bow at the altar!"

"Duan Nanting, please bow at the altar!"

……

The sun is so strong that the broken shadows are like a canopy.

The whirling sea breeze blows across the red walls and green tiles of the temple, and across the long river flowing eastward.

It was like using this gust of wind to blow away the four years of darkness.

The bloody heads of the Japanese pirates looked like sacrificial animals, and I witnessed with my own eyes the trampled spines of these people standing up again.

There were 220 members of the Big Sword Society, and not one of them left.

Drinking ice for ten years, it's hard to cool blood!

How can we be ashamed to turn back when faced with national hatred and family feuds?
Ji Ran gently picked up a bowl of soup and raised it to everyone.

"No wine today."

"Please make soup with the water ghosts, thank you for your willingness to die."

A broken bowl and a rotten ladle, but a heart full of passion.

Drink it all in one gulp!

(End of this chapter)